BET, Mickey Factz, Zawcain, Reek Da Villian - 2010 BET Hip Hip Awards - Cypher 4 lyrics

You already know who I be it's Busta Bus'
General of The Conglomerate movement it's
Cypher right here the next
Generation of venomous spitters i'ma
Introduce to you couple
Of the most venomous newcomers that put the
Poison down my homie Reek Da Villian
Conglomerate's own the homie Zawcain and the
Homie Mickey Factz bust they ass, let's go

Yo, check it, uh i swallow a halo
Cough it back up to spit a jewel
Diamond islamic rhymer, refine you pitiful
Simply a hater that likе to ridicule
All of my like lady nurses
Thеy gave me physicals
I'm Teflon, smooth assassinations from my
I kept calm
But now it's time the villain get his rep on
His checks strong
Even though we live in a recession
I touch a lot of paper
Like a dude who got a desk job
Double-cross me gas station, I clapped Satan
My Tommy Gun clip is the shape of an octagon
We pull up on your block
Hoppin' out vans like soccer moms
For tryna end my name like
The 'a' on Barack Obam'
Success is a must, without the Nostradam'
Fly, so I stay keep a lifejacket for broads
That get their on

Yeah northside
I got too much on the
Line not get your respect
A descendent of dead slaves with
A noose they neck reppin' for a whole region
On which y'all slept
From Vegas to El Paso, I'm the southwest vet
In this final hour before Christ
Gives you the test are you studyin' for an A
Or burnin' Quran texts?
'Cause nowadays cats can walk
Around with no respect
Even the tea party askin' BIG
For one more chance y'all just be the
Lauryn was miseducated
'cause I stole her text
Does the world need me? Hm, let me reflect
Do Witwicky need Optimus Prime
To battle that jet?
Do lights needs? The unemployed need a check?
Equally redundant and obnoxious
When answerin' digest the fact that you now
Rockin' with the best
I'm the reason Freddy Krueger
Can't get no rest, northside

Uh what up? Factz
No veins, 'cause the runs through me
I'm unruly, word to freeway
Feel like with the bars, disagree? Sue me
Come the groupies, I pass off like Bob Cousy
Don't be mad if your honey moon me
You ain't tough
Wouldn't shoot me playin' Call fo Duty
Enforcer, don't care word to my aunt
I'ma start the Bronx renaissance
I talk to Pun's mural
Listenin' for a response
Black Apple state of mind, I think good
I got it sittin' on my chest, black ink
Me and we flip birds on ya
Whips swerve on ya, slick performer
Rich persona
Quick word former, kick dirt on ya
I'm Neo lookin' for
Laurence Fishburne's daughter